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          “No! I absolutely forbid it _______. Not in your condition,” Arthur said as he stalked about our living room. The fireplace was burning dimly, keeping the chill of night at bay as the few candles around the room gave the place a warm glow.          “Condition? Arthur I’m not dying, I’m pregnant,” I replied exasperatedly. “I’ve been sailing before while I was pregnant.”          “Exactly! You are nearly nine months pregnant and you do not need to be going on a pirate ship. And the few times before you weren’t anywhere near as close to your due date. There are a milli

[A/N: Follows little to no history so please be mindful of that. Thank you] "Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, lunch!~" You called your little countries, setting out the food. It was surprising how fast little kids move when their favorite meal is set down; Spain was munching on a tomato and some churros, France chomping on...snails..., and Gilbert chewing on a wurst. You gave a tired smile at them being adorable as always, giving a quick glare at the pile of work waiting for you. Having one young country was hard enough, but you were taking on 3! Letting a small sigh of relief of paperwork, you ate some (favorite food) quickly. "Maman?" your Fren

"Hey, hey, HEY!" Gilbert shouted as two of Arthur's scruffy pirates dragged him down the hall by his arms. "Let go of mein arms or I will kick your ass!" he yelled. "Yeah, whatever," said one of the pirates in a bored tone. "The captain wants to speak with you." The pirates stopped at a door with a huge hole in it, opened it and pushed Gilbert inside. He could have just gone through the hole in the door, but it seemed that the crewmen weren't too bright. Gilbert stumbled onto his feet but regained balance and looked up. He saw in front of him a scarlet coat hanging from a figure and dirty blond hair on a head that was left deprived of a h

  It was circulating all over the news. Headlines in well-known magazines and newspapers read something on the lines of,"International Superstar Antonio Carriedo in the Hospital."  Seeing the magazine articles made you laugh. All the girls were more worried about his international tour then his 'assumed' bad health. And by 'assumed,' you meant that he didn't have bad health.  Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, one of the biggest stars to the majority of the female population, was your best friend. He wasn't in the hospital. You were. And since being brought in, he hasn't left your side.  The nurses wouldn't allow anyone to see him or you, tryi

         I sighed, resting my forehead against the stiff sheets of my father’s hospital bed. I held my father’s hand loosely in my own tired fingers as I listened to the constant beep of his heart monitor. A few silent tears slipped down my nose and onto my glasses and I raised my head as the door opened quietly.         “_______?” I recognized Matthew’s soft, quiet voice. I could more than one set of footsteps though, two or three at most. “Hello love, how are you?” Arthur asked.         “I-I’m alright,” I mumbled, leaning back and closing my eyes. I was so tired but really didn&r

Today was a special today, well most people call it that. To you though, It was just another day of getting older. Quite the pessimistic thinking you might say. But being 21 now, single and living in a small house with a couple cats. Getting payed in a low income job as a waitress at some rinky dinky diner. Paying bills for college, paying rent to even keep this house. This was on your mind more than your own birthday. Kind of sad, but you know life was tough and you got to face that. A buzz from your phone brought you out of your thoughts. You groan as you turn over the answer it. "Hello..?" you mumble softly clenching closer to the covers.

Father!Sweden x Child!Nordic 4 x Child!Reader When it snows White flurries danced outside the living room window, falling to the ground slowly to meet up with the other snowflakes that had already fallen to earth. It was night, but the layer of clouds that blanketed the atmosphere turned the sky a dark gray and kept you from seeing the millions of stars. The light from the streetlights reflected off of the snow that layered the ground, giving the white ice a soft yellow glow. Windows from other houses also gave off their own light, showing that the occupants of the house were most likely awake. "_____, the hot chocolate is ready!" You hear

Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader Part Thirteen Note: This is, sadly, the last and final part of the Papa!GermanyxChild!Reader series. I enjoyed all the wondrous compliments and comments; they surely kept me going! I am grateful to have shared my writing and story with you all; it had been both a pleasure and honor. Remember, though, this may not be my last fan fiction, so I will give you all a link to the suggestions area at the bottom of the description. Please enjoy, no, savor this last portion of the beloved series. I am very privileged to have had the time to share this to you, and, once again, I have enjoyed the time to the fullest. ☺ ~